I love chicken. I would eat chicken fingers on Thanksgiving if it were socially acceptable.
I liked the koala, wallaby, and I chilled with a kangaroo a bit. There was a wombat that I quite enjoyed also.
I like pens. My writing is so amazing there's never a need to erase.
Buddha, much like everyone else has good and bad days.
I don't really know much about pirates, or pirate culture. I'd be a contrarian pirate.
I got access to a private tour of the zoo. I got to go in a cage with a koala, which I highly recommend.
I am the the type to have a personal experience with a celebrity, but I'm too classy to bring that up.
People in New York love having roof parties.
I want to release another CD this year, finish writing a screenplay, and make another short film.
Only lately, like within the last few years, have I had people actually do an impression of me to me, which weirds me out to think of what they have picked up on, without ever realizing it myself.
I'd rather send out a mass email then hang posters all over the place.
You come there and hang out and have a drink before the show and eat, so it's not that brutal. It's only $6.
If I'm at a party and someone puts on a Blues Brothers tape, I tend to go nuts.
I'm traveling the world, ripping rooms apart with my stupendous comedy.
I would call it a comedy variety show. We have some people just doing straight standup. We usually try to have one musical act of sort. So its just people being funny in different ways, not just sketch, not just standup, not just characters, all of those things.
I wasn't as nervous as I thought I would be when I started.
Some venues are better run than others. Sometimes it's just maddening to deal with full dinners being served in front of your face. You can have a good or bad show anywhere.
I mean, I've had bartenders and waiters and waitresses make a comment about a joke of mine, like pointing out some sort of logic error or something that I've never even thought about, and they're right.
My sister sometimes does a Todd Barry tribute act.
If you see me at a restaurant, blow me a kiss, wave, blow me another kiss, then walk five steps backward.
